Pregnant,Bitch, I’m A Man!

I was so nervous during the interview, and the iced coffee I drank this morning didn't help. My chronic stomach gastritis suddenly flared up. Clutching my stomach, I dry-heaved twice. I was just about to reach for a sip of water to calm it down. Opposite me, Chelsea Davis, the female HR manager, slammed my resume shut. She looked at me with pure disgust. "Cut the act. I’ve seen plenty of girls like you—trying to get hired just so you can abuse our maternity leave and insurance benefits." I was completely dumbfounded. I wanted to explain that it was just a severe stomach spasm, but she waved her hand impatiently, cutting me off. "Look at how you're dressed. Baggy clothes, messy long hair... your private life must be a total mess, right? You’re so young, yet you have no self-respect. Getting knocked up before marriage and trying to scam our company? Do we look like idiots to you?" Anger flared inside me, and I was about to argue. But she just let out a disdainful sneer. "Still trying to deny it? If I were you, I'd go home and focus on your pregnancy. Stop coming out here and embarrassing yourself." Looking at the weird glances from the other applicants around us, I was utterly speechless. Is this woman blind? Can't she see the freaking Adam's apple on my neck? Chelsea crumpled my resume into a ball and threw it onto the floor. "I’ve seen plenty of people of your kind. You find a way to cheat the pre-employment medical exam, sign the contract, and then immediately announce your pregnancy." She snorted. "Young people nowadays don’t think about improving their skills. All you do is study how to scam businesses." I took a deep breath, my face contorted in pain from my burning stomach. "I’m not pregnant. I’m just..." "That's enough!" Chelsea slammed her hand on the desk. "You still dare to lie? Do you think I'm blind?" She pointed her finger aggressively at my upper body. "Look at how you're dressed. Your hair is so long, I doubt you even wash it. You look like a ghost." "And those clothes. Oversized shirt, loose pants—isn't that obviously to hide your baby bump?" "If you didn't have a guilty conscience, would you show up to a professional interview looking like this?" I looked down at my clothes. A loose flannel shirt and baggy cargo pants—the typical comfort style of a male software developer. I didn't have the strength to yell, so I could only hold onto the edge of the table and explain: "I'm a guy..." But my voice was too quiet, completely drowned out by Chelsea's loud mouth. "Don't give me your useless excuses!" Chelsea stood up, looking down at me like a queen. "Knocked up out of wedlock, a messy lifestyle, and now looking for a company to bail you out?" "Our company actually does real business. We are not a charity, and we are definitely not a trash recycling center." "Get out of here. Don't dirty our chairs." With that, she grabbed her desk phone. "Security, come up to the interview room right now." Enduring the agonizing pain, I reached out to grab the plastic water bottle on the table, desperate to soothe the burning sensation in my stomach. Smack! Chelsea slapped the back of my hand hard. The water bottle flew across the room, hit the corner of the wall, and rolled away. "That water is for real employees, not for morally bankrupt scammers like you." The back of my hand burned. It was already turning red. Anger rushed to my head. I snapped my gaze up to look her dead in the eye. "Are you out of your freaking mind?" Chelsea froze for a second, then an even more exaggerated, mocking sneer appeared on her face. "Oh, got exposed and now you're throwing a tantrum?" "Still refusing to leave? Fine!" She marched to the door and flung it wide open. Instantly, the eyes of a dozen job seekers waiting in the hallway locked onto us. Chelsea pointed at me, still curled up in the chair, and raised her voice to a screech: "Everyone, look at this!" "This person is pregnant before marriage and tried to hide it to scam our company's insurance!" "Now that I’ve exposed her, she’s refusing to leave and trying to blackmail us!" The crowd gasped, and whispers immediately broke out. "She looks so young. Why doesn't she have any self-respect?" "Is a maternity paycheck really worth doing something so shameless?" "There are so many scammers like this nowadays. They make it so hard for honest women like us to get hired." I tried to stand up to explain, but my stomach convulsed again. "Ugh..." I couldn't control it. I leaned over the trash can and dry-heaved. Even though nothing came out, Chelsea acted as if she had seen the plague. She took two dramatic steps back and covered her nose and mouth. "Disgusting!" "See that, everyone? That’s morning sickness!" "And she still denies it!" "Where is security? Why aren't they here yet?" Heavy footsteps hurried down the hall. Two uniformed security guards ran into the room. "What's the matter, Ms. Davis?" Chelsea pointed at me with pure disgust. "Throw this female scammer out. She's throwing up in our office. What a curse!"The two guards grabbed me by my arms, one on each side, and dragged me out. I had no strength left. I was completely curled into a ball. "Let go of me... I have a stomach condition..." I squeezed the words out through my teeth. One of the guards heard me. He looked at me, then turned to Chelsea. "She really doesn't look well, Ms. Davis. Should we call an ambulance?" Chelsea crossed her arms, leaning against the wall with a cold smirk. "An ambulance? So the company has to pay for it?" "She’s just faking it! She was perfectly fine a minute ago. As soon as she got caught, she started acting." "I've seen this kind of sob story a thousand times. She just wants to sue us." "Throw her out! Once she's past the lobby gates, I don't care if she drops dead!" The guards stopped hesitating. They dragged me toward the elevator. Along the hallway, heads popped out from every cubicle. Several employees pulled out their phones, recording me like crazy. "Who is this girl? She's got guts." "I heard she came to scam maternity leave, but Ms. Davis saw right through her." "How shameless. She looks kind of trashy anyway." "Her stomach doesn't even look big. Just got pregnant and already trying to slack off?" The mocking comments kept coming. I tried to lift my head, desperately wanting to show my Adam's apple. But another wave of sharp pain hit my stomach, draining every ounce of my energy. My vision went black, and only weak gasps came from my throat. Chelsea followed us, shouting all the way. "Take videos! Everyone, record this!" "Post it on TikTok and Instagram! Let other companies know to blacklist this scammer!" "A professional parasite like her shouldn't be allowed to work in this industry!" The elevator doors opened. The guards tossed me inside like a bag of garbage. I hit the floor hard, my knees banging painfully against the metal. Chelsea stood at the entrance, blocking the doors with her hand. "Remember this," she told the guards. "In the future, don't even let these sketchy people past the front desk." The guards nodded quickly. "Of course, Ms. Davis. Don't worry." The elevator doors slowly slid shut. Right before the last gap closed, Chelsea mouthed two words to me with a vicious smirk: "Trashy whore." If I were actually a woman, being humiliated and dragged like this would have broken me mentally. As the elevator went down, my stomach felt worse. The other people in the elevator quickly shrank to the corners, looking at me with disgust. "What kind of company does this? That's so brutal." "Well, the girl is at fault too. If you're pregnant, just stay home." "She looks pretty pitiful though. Should we call the cops?" "Don't get involved. What if she's a scammer looking for a payout?" The doors opened on the ground floor. The guards grabbed me again and dragged me out toward the exit without a word. I stumbled, and one of my sneakers slipped off. As I reached to grab it, a guard pulled me hard. "Keep moving! Don't waste time!" Just like that, with one bare foot, I was dragged out of the corporate building and thrown onto the concrete plaza outside. The skin on my palms scraped open, oozing tiny drops of blood. I lay on the ground, gasping for air. As the stomach pain subsided slightly, my sanity began to return. I couldn't just walk away like this. I reached into my pocket to grab my phone to call the police. Suddenly, a high heel slammed down onto my wrist. Chelsea had followed me down. She stood over me, grinding her heel into my hand with all her weight. "Still trying to call backup?" "Want to call your deadbeat boyfriend to start a fight here?" "Let me tell you, not going to happen!" She bent down and snatched my phone from my hand. "Trying to call the cops on me?" "Go ahead! Let's see if they arrest you for fraud, or me!" With a cruel laugh, she threw my phone. It sailed through the air, the screen shattering against the concrete, before it bounced a few times and fell straight into a storm drain.I watched my phone disappear into the pitch-black gap of the drain. Fury exploded inside me. I struggled to push myself up. "You... pay for my phone..." Chelsea sneered, taking two steps back. "Ah, upgrading your scam now, are we?" "First you try to scam us for maternity leave, now you're trying to blackmail me for a phone?" "Everyone saw it! You dropped it yourself!" She opened her arms and yelled to the surrounding crowd. It was lunchtime. The plaza outside the office building was packed with employees going out to eat. In no time, a massive crowd gathered, packing the area three layers deep. "Everyone, listen to this!" "This woman came to our office, threatened me, and demanded we hire her!" "When I refused, she threw herself on the ground and faked a miscarriage!" "Now she dropped her own phone and wants me to pay for it!" "Is there any justice left in this world?" The crowd started pointing and whispering: "That’s way too much!" "So young and already so corrupt!" "People like her should be locked up!" Seeing the crowd side with her, Chelsea got even more excited. "A parasite like you is a waste of oxygen." "I wonder what kind of idiot got you pregnant. He must be blind." "And look at how you dress—neither like a man nor a woman. You look like a total freak." The stomach pain was making me sweat bullets. My wet hair clung to my face. I reached up to brush my hair back, but this only made Chelsea more aggressive. "Still tossing your hair? Who are you trying to seduce?" "Stop acting like a fragile victim!" She lunged forward and grabbed me by my collar. My flannel shirt was loose, and under her violent tug, two buttons popped right off. The collar flew wide open, exposing my collarbones. For the first time in my life, I deeply regretted not working out my chest. Chelsea glanced down at my chest and burst into a mocking laugh. "Look at this! Look at this skeleton!" "Pregnant and still starving herself like this. You don't even care about the baby just to keep thin!" "You are worse than an animal!" She shoved me hard. Unbalanced, I stumbled backward and hit my back against a stone pillar. A wave of sour bile rushed up my throat. "Blegh—" The acid mixed with the dark coffee residue splashed directly onto Chelsea's designer heels. Chelsea let out a piercing shriek. "Ah! My shoes!" "These are limited edition!" "You bitch! You did that on purpose!" Looking at her ruined shoes, she was jumping up and down in rage. "You're paying for this!" "These shoes cost twelve hundred dollars! You are not leaving today until you pay me!" Leaning against the pillar, I wiped my mouth. The stomach pain was finally fading. My mind was completely clear now. I looked at the crazy woman in front of me, my expression turning dead cold. "Twelve hundred?" I let out a cold laugh. "Since when are knockoffs worth twelve hundred dollars?" "Authentic pairs have a laser-etched serial code on the inner heel. Yours don't." "These cheap fakes are worth fifty bucks at most on Wish." Chelsea froze, her face instantly turning bright red. The crowd went quiet for a second. People's eyes began to drift toward her shoes. Embarrassed and enraged, Chelsea lunged at me, clawing at my face. "Bullshit!" "What does a broke loser like you know!" "How dare you accuse me of wearing fakes? I'll tear your mouth apart!" I grabbed her wrists, using all my strength to lock her in place. "Let go of me!" "Murder! A pregnant woman is committing murder!" She started screaming and kicking like a toddler. "Security! Are you guys dead? Get her off me!" The two guards finally snapped out of it and rushed over to pull me away. "Don't touch me!" I roared, my eyes deadly fierce. "I'm a man!" "I have an Adam's apple!" "If you touch me again, I will sue you both for assault!" The sheer force of my voice stunned the guards. They froze in their tracks. They looked at each other, then locked their eyes onto my neck. Indeed. Though my hair was long and I was thin... That prominent lump on my throat was unmistakably a man's. Chelsea was stunned too. She stared at my neck for two seconds. Suddenly, she let out a sharp, hysterical laugh. "Hahaha!" "A man?" "At least make up a believable lie!" "You think putting on a fake Adam's apple can fool me?" "If you're a man, why were you holding your stomach?" "If you're a man, why are you dressed like this?" "If you're a man, why didn't you say so earlier?" Her questions came in a rapid, self-righteous flow. In her tiny mind, she could never be wrong. "Besides, everyone saw it!" She pointed at the puddle of vomit on the ground. "Is that coffee? That is clearly dark blood!" "That is blood from a miscarriage!" "You took abortion pills just to blackmail our company!" "Now that you lost the baby, you want to pin it on me?" "No way!"The crowd erupted into whispers again. I was honestly amazed by Chelsea’s wild imagination. Black coffee became miscarriage blood. A stomach spasm became a forced abortion. I was so angry I almost laughed. "Do you even hear yourself right now?" I violently threw her hands off me. Chelsea stumbled and almost fell over. She stomped her feet, her eyes darting around as another scheme popped into her head. She whipped out her phone and started recording a live stream. She shoved the camera right into my face. "Hey everyone, look at this!" "Today I'm exposing a total freak!" "A guy dressing as a woman, faking a pregnancy to blackmail us!" "He even assaulted me, accused me of wearing fake shoes, and now he claims he's a man!" "Look at this face, look at these clothes!" "We need to make this trash famous!" While streaming, she kept turning to incite the crowd. "Don't leave, guys! Help me witness this!" "I’ve already called the cops. Let's see how she lies when they get here!" I stood there, silently watching her performance. My stomach burned again, but I forced myself to stand tall and straight. Since she wanted to make a scene... Let's make it huge. The bigger, the better. It would be best if the whole country saw this. I remained silent, just staring at her calmly. This made her even more arrogant. She shoved the camera almost touching my nose. "Why are you quiet now?" "Weren't you acting tough a second ago?" "Didn't you say you're a man?" "Go ahead then, drop your pants and prove it!" "If you dare to pull your pants down in front of everyone, I’ll believe you!" "If you don't, you're a lying bitch!" This was a vicious trap. Stripping in public. Whether I was a man or a woman, my social life would be completely ruined. She was trying to push me off a cliff. The crowd began to chant. "Do it!" "Prove it!" "If you don't, you're a girl!" Chelsea had a victorious smile on her face. She was 100% sure I wouldn't do it. Or rather, she was absolutely convinced I was a woman, and stripping would only humiliate me further. "What's wrong? Scared?" "I knew you were faking it!" "If you're actually a man, I’ll write my name backward!" "If you're a man, I will eat that vomit off the ground right now!" She pointed at the puddle on the concrete, making her grand vow. I smiled. I was genuinely amused by her sheer stupidity. "Fine," I said, locking my eyes onto hers. "You said it." "If I'm a man, you eat that off the ground." "And then you will kneel down, beg for my forgiveness, and pack your bags. You will get the hell out of this building and never work in HR again!" My voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deadly chill. Chelsea was visibly startled by the intensity in my eyes. But she had already painted herself into a corner. She had to double down. "Deal!" "But if you're a woman, or a trans person, or a drag queen!" "You will pay me a hundred thousand dollars for emotional distress!" "And you will make a public video admitting you're a scammer!" "And you'll go to jail!" Around us, dozens of people kept recording, securing the evidence. "This is crazy!" "Is this real life?" "Take it off! Take it off!" Under the gaze of the crowd, I put my hands on my belt.